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Ahsan
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Karachi, Pakistan |
I am Jolly guy with good sense of humour,
friendly from behaviour and caring from nature, I love to make new friends.. I am crazy about Science and IT.. Passionate abt photography Love writing poems & short stories.. I want to meet my dream girl in reall, although i am bit shy with girls.. M in first year of software engineering .. love reading non fiction books in leisure, Love listening to soft and romantic songs If u wana know more go ahead and make me friend.. *Note* i seek simple and modest people only, so if yo aint than juz buzz off.. |
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Life in arcane sanctum Nov 19, 2008

Dwelling in the arcane world, they always try and hid before cruelty and severity of creepy masks,
Who is there to see those who are in sanctum of their own conscience ?
Folks everywhere are trying to comprehend on what they overlook , it's nothing but solely their own soul what they don't look inside, it's what they forget and neglect,
We all find solutions to overwhelming problems scattered everywhere not at the place problems are but where we think they are,
It's about who we take ourselves as and to what we see from the very end we are at,
The stage of world is a game intended very beautifully crafted to its very detail but why don't we see the beauty ?
The answer may be simple we don't want to see it,
To get ecstasy of being one we want we oversee what we are now and what we would be then,
Why don't we appreciate the threads which sewed our life with our soul, the energy we hold and what is that which is never told,
Allow the surroundings to cater you for and make it happen what you will through your connection to the source of intentions,
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Smugged mulls ( I am falling into it do you want to ? ) Nov 5, 2008

Daisies of smugged mulls growing and frowning on the fertile plains, on the sea of everlasting infectious trailing memoirs,
I am falling into the crater of smugged mulls,
there seems no end of this hasty traumatic bulls of turmoils,
Dulled out pages of historic times gone by,
they always demean the way of my inner noises,
I am falling behind and before the worldly race,
I am getting far far into territory of smugged mulls,
Angels told me once in dreams I had,
that I don't see what I am supposed to when I don't see I am not looking at what I was supposed to, and when I don't look at what I was to look upon it's too late to comprehend whether or not I perceived the right perception I was supposed to,
Demons get hold of me through rationalizing my spirit and taking my unsatisfied being into smugged mulls,
I tried and lied again, I got frighted and but fought again and again with venomous being commanding me my innocent faith, playing games being a satanic mate whom I hate,
Choler did I felt as he the evil inside me craved for animosity and wrath, It took me long for my forlornly feeble seed of righteousness to grow as I was mulling smugged feel,
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Hidden me my being Oct 16, 2008

Through all my life I kept something lingering in a corner of my mind my being,
I kept myself distanced from what I know as my vision my voice my soul my being,
I hid the treasures behind the irrational world, I kept apart my being,
I lied to myself and others for just the sake of bitter venom pinching me my being,
I kept running from myself my very own being,
I found I had made myself a riddle, a victom of self gorging psych, a question and
a person so not me at the place I never supposed to be,
I want to get out of all this from all those cold blue nights into the shining bright stars,
envisioning my real being,
I love the days when I finally get to sit with myself alone dreaming my own being,
I keep drowning in the hues and cries shouting within this is not me,
please set me free from this who I am not supposed to be,
I chose ways leading to nowhere near my needs my true self being,
I traded away my soul for bounties unsustaining, I dumped reality of my being for luxurious means,
I have taken it much now no more living a lie I want to be me and live my being...
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Hows you my friend,.i havnt forgot about the song bro,.just been busy,.Howru today or this eve?
im ok n not much. u?
just returning the love to ya page...MUAH
THANKS FOR THE ADVICE.
Thanks and you too with you and your family
waslam
im good thxx
how is ure self?
wid love zena
I WAS NURSING MY DEFLATED EGO FROM MOCO HATE. IM BETTER NOW.
OH THATS GOOD... UM MY DAY IS ALRIGHT FOR NOW...
Hi. Everythings good. And nothin much new. How about you?
lol oh yeah
lol i met my bf back in june and we have been dating since august
not much just waitin for my bf to get to my house?
oh good luck
n me im just on moco
kwl and im fyn :]
hey wats good ??
heyy
watz up and hows lyf??
hmm well i dnt think i ignored ya well woteva cyah tc..
dats good nd yeh same at my end
huh wen did i ignore you bhai?
dats good u both couple fine
nd hmmm hows aunty nd auncle at yo end?
hmmmmm id nt knw wht to write bak but yeh same too u.. so hws ya sweetheart?
bhai bhai bhai kan paker keh sorry :lbush.. welcome nd thxx nd happy winter to u tc..
wasalam
dnt think jst do it cse u knw ure sis will always reply to bhai) aww good good luck... im good thx how are you nuthin new yet u tell me? winter in paki nd summer started here it damn hot im gonna melt





















oh um ok
.imaginary.
Nov 21, 2008